SGA Bulwer-Lytton Contest!

[trinityofone]

cincodemaygirl pointed out that the winners of this year's Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest have been announced. This is the contest where people try to create the worst opening sentence of a novel EVER. Glancing over the winners, I remembered that ages back someone had done a BtVS version of the contest. (My favorite entry was, and still is, "I'm back!" Riley said.) And I thought: Dude, we need to have the SGA version of this, like, yesterday.

So! Comment here with the worst possible sentence you can imagine opening an SGA fic. On Friday morning, I'll pick a winner and maybe a few runners-up and there will be prizes of some kind. (Maybe fic, maybe something else.) Hopefully, if enough people play, this will be entertaining enough to get us through to the premiere.

I may also compose a few bad sentences myself, although obviously, I am not qualified to win my own contest. *g* Oh, and please feel free to pimp this!

Okay...go!

ETA: In response to a question: Yes, you can enter as many times as you want. *eg*

Comments

[skeddy-kat.livejournal.com]

What fun!

Mckay’s sky blue, sapphire-hued eyes danced with sarcastic delight as he interrupted the late night picnic his best friend, team leader, and maybe – someday – lover had arranged on one of Atlantis’s many moonlit balconies with the newest space bimbo of the week to fall victim to the Major – no make that Colonel’s – Kirk like tendencies, announcing that Lizzie or, erm, Dr. Weir, wanted the senior staff in the control room to greet arriving visitors from Earth.

(And, yes, "Mckay" was on purpose. I get tired of reading it in stories.)